Nancy L. Meek
You say “God awaits for me to make it through”
Which makes me pause while reading your rhyme
It tells me that you have faith in Him, too,
Believing He’ll be there in the future sometime
Forgive me if the former poems I have read
Lead me to believe you held different views
Than those you’re now instilling in my head
I feel so guilty… misunderstanding your muse
Wait a minute! For what am I apologizing?
I have the right to compose what I will!
I have the right to draw inspiration from you
Then why, my friend, do I now feel so ill?
‘Twas not my intent to encroach on your sod
To shove my pen, like a sword, through you
But you are neither my father nor my God
And I don’t always know the right thing to do
That my writings should touch you in this way
Says a lot ‘bout the power of my hasty pen
Perhaps I should have taken time today
To reread your work from beginning to end
If you would just slow down I could, my friend!
©Copyright March 14, 2002 by Nancy L. Meek
Response to “An Inspired Reply to a Personal Comment” ©Copyright March 13, 2002 by Colin F. Jones